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Kero laughed. Her spitfire attitude was amusing. As was her bluntness. He had a feeling some part of him had struck her fancy or this little meeting might not have gone over so well. Perhaps it was the fact that he was unaffiliated with any pack and she had a tribe of wolves to run home to if things got out of hand. Maybe it was just the way he toyed with her, but hadn't actually done anything beyond playful wolfish gestures. Whatever the case, he was glad those teeth weren't gnashing for real. He had a feeling violence was far easier for this one than playing.

"Nice smile, crocodile," he teased only to receive a paw to his face. He rocked with the blow. There'd been a fair amount of weight to it, then again, he'd already ascertained that this she was a heavyweight. Of course, then she went for his paws again and he jumped, hopping over her swipe as he proved he too was capable of these games even if they weren't his natural instinct. He could fight, he just had to be goaded into it. Needed a reason and all that.  

He lunged forward, pairing her swipe with a swat of his own. Upward, more of a boxing motion towards her ears than anything else. "Just scratching an itch," he jested at her question. "What are you doing out here. Aren't your homelands that way?" Yeah. He'd run into a wolf that smelled like her before. Edged awfully close to it's borders. He knew where she came from. The better question, was why was she here?